Where ever I am not is the place where I am myself.

Even as a child I felt in my heart two opposite emotions: the horror of life and the ecstasy of life.

With wine, poetry, or virtue as you choose. But get drunk.

Finer than any sand are dusts of gold that gleam, Vague starpoints, in the mystic iris of their eyes.

Nature is a temple, where the living Columns sometimes breathe confusing speech; Man walks within these groves of symbols, each Of which regards him as a kindred thing.

Everything that is beautiful and noble is the product of reason and calculation.

On the vaporization and the centralization of the Self. All is there.